Sleeping until almost five is something I will take. Owen came to my room, and got into bed with me but quickly realized his tablet meant more to him so off he ran. The really cool thing was he went to the potty before he got his tablet. I then heard him come out of the bathroom and then he went back in to wash his hands. Victory, I thought. Potty training is not easy. Technically he’s potty trained but it is a constant uphill, downhill, middle hill, and over the hill slide back down. Some days he gets it right, other days I want to cry and put myself in a ball, rolling on the floor. He understands the concept but it’s not always easy for all of the steps required. I showed him a picture of us at the fire station. I asked him who it was as a smile washed across his face and he said, “that’s baby Owen at fire station.” I said, who are you standing next to? He said, “wanna take a picture with the man.” He didn’t go on and he went to the other room. The firefighter took the picture of us so I’m thinking he wants to have his picture taken with him. He isn’t a huge fan of having his picture taken but this felt like progress. One drop of water on my pants in the bathroom almost caused a meltdown before I could get him to the bus stop this morning. He grabbed his towel and said, “it’s wet dry gotta dry” and tried to rub my jeans. I told him it would be fine, trying once again to explain it would dry on its own. He wasn’t convinced but thankfully I distracted him. Depending on the jeans I wear he will tug on my pants to make them longer or step on my feet when I’m walking so I jerk my foot back and it moves my pants. This is such a struggle because I try to explain to him that he cannot step on my feet or bend down in front of me, especially when I’m walking but he still does it and it’s starting to cause meltdowns. His therapy was canceled so we went to the park with his friend. I wanted him to understand that we could still do other things even though it was canceled. He had a great time at the park but had a huge meltdown on the way home. The stoplight that used to cause him to have a meltdown every time we went through it now is down to one lane due to construction. The traffic was backed up and Owen instantly started screaming. He then was yelling all types of directions on how to get us out of there. He yelled about the light and stopping. I was thankful that once we got past the light he calmed but I didn’t. My nerves were shaken because it had been quite some time since this light had caused such a reaction and I want to cry. It shouldn’t be this hard for my baby and I don’t want the meltdowns to start again at stoplights. The next meltdown came because I didn’t get enough chicken nuggets. I thought because it was his snack and not dinner he would be fine. He was not. I told him I would fix him more and thankfully we moved forward. I took some of his clothes that had missed his hamper and I put them inside. This was enough to cause Owen to have another meltdown and wanted to throw all the clothes in the trash. I told him that if he threw the clothes in the trash he wouldn’t be able to go to school. He screamed, “school school” and let me finish putting his clothes in the hamper. The night ended with him wanting to make his animal flip cards that he starts a couple of months ago. He made sixteen of them and one was his robot otherwise the rest were animals. I loved the interactions and that he wanted to do it. Once he got past his meltdowns he did really well the rest of the night but he wanted me to “sit right here.” And that was exactly where I was supposed to be. I’m thankful for so many great strides. I’m praying the meltdowns ease again tomorrow but it’s a brand new day. I’m thankful for everything he is learning and wanting to do. These are the victory days. Keep believing in tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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